Ancient Fears (revised 6-28-07)
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Ancient Fears (revised 6-28-07)
Ancient Fears spiral through time
at a pace so fast it's hard to compensate
The years spin out of control
Youth departed without a trace
Only yesterday I was young
Vibrant and full of energy
Striving for my success in life
Worked right through the setting sun
I never dreamed that I'd grow old
Life would race out of my control
I was young and the world was mine
To conquer and shape for I was bold
I look back over all those years
And it scares me to realize
My youthful years have passed me by
My mind is wrapped in ancient fears
I'm not immortal after all
I'm scared.
© Copyright 2003 Sherry Gibson
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| Background to this writing: I have Lupus and have had a lot of ups and downs with my health. I always felt I had forever to write what I felt, to solve the problems of the world, to write those books I have buried inside. The world was mine to set pace with as I chose. Then I became very ill, Lupus led to many other complications then my bones started crumbling in my back and I went through a lot of mental 'stuff' about where I was in life. I woke up one morning and realized life was spiraling out of my control and passing very quickly. I knew then that if I had things to say or stories to tell I had to get them done. Tomorrow was very uncertain! I'm passed most of that now and doing fine with how I face life. Writing my fears helped me to control them.) |
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Comment by: jtcina - 2007-06-29 09:08
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| Sherry, thank you for your comments on my poem. I just read "Ancient Fears" and think you chose a great topic. It's very relatable. As for your writing. I think you've done a good job here. I feel your sense of fear at growing old and losing that notion of future. I am 26 years old, married, with a home, and a steady 9 to 5. I used to think the world is limitless and despised cynicism but now I think of time time as a limited commodity. The inability to brush off the hurt of today and say "there's always tomorrow" is hard to swallow. What does one do when "there is no tomorrow" or the number of tomorrows is uncertain or there aren't "enough tomorrows" to begin and complete a new endeavour? It's interesting that the "energy" you possess upon opening the poem escapes by the end. There's a lot here. I think it may be worth exploring further if the fancy strikes. |
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Comment by: chgreen - 2007-06-28 21:16
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| I am enjoying reading poetry from your perspective. As time goes by and I lose more and more of my extended family, I realize that time is so short. We must work while it is day. Beautifully done. |
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How incredibly honest. Stanzas explaining time slipping away and then boom, simple and blunt. Not immortal, I'm scared.
Other than repeating the lines/words 'spinning/spiral out of control' you nailed this. I really got the feeling that we're kinda helpless. Life isn't in our hands at all.
I used to tell my wife I was immortal. She'd laugh and say prove it. Best I can do nowadays is say 'Well, I am so far today...' |
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| Nice write! Time goes by fast these days. |
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